Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water

This post was originally going to be a review, now it is going to be a bitch session.

Can software developers stop making upgrades, or at least stop adding shit that we don't want, and especially shit that doesn't work. I have been a fan of Mozilla Firefox and have used it exclusively for over a year. The only time i used Internet explorer was when firefox wouldn't let me watch movies on Netflix. Firefox has fixed that and I never use ie anymore. Recently Firefox upgraded and created a new interface. They also added a feature where you can save where you were and all your tabs when you close firefox. I hadn't used that feature because usually when I close my tabs I am done and have no reason to return to the exact same space. Until today. I had three tabs open including my email and figured I would return to it when I was done running. And I did. Except for the fact that when I opened Firefox everything was gone. No bookmarks, no history, not even a home page. It opened to a completely blank page and when I hit the little home icon I got firefox's homepage instead of CNN.com. I actually accepted the fact I was going to have to replace all my bookmarks, I figured heck they needed cleaning up anyway, right?

Well they're clean all right because it won't let me add any new bookmarks. When I enter a page it takes me there but next to the URL instead of an icon for that page there is an icon of a blank page and when I put my cursor over it it says This web site does not supply identity information. And when I try to drag the URL onto the taskbar or add a bookmark nothing happens.

I am a bit past pissed off right now. I am going to take a shower to try and cool off and clean this damn body of mine.

Follow up

Originally posted on April 17, 2008

Hey, it is warm in chicagoland and you know what that means. Baseball. Cubs baseball. The only baseball in town. And I am going to the game. Went on Tues. They kicked ass I drank beer. Two games in one week. And I just realized that I can probably make it to tomorrow's game also. Woo Hoo.

I don't work until 9p on Fri. No beer at the game but it is still a cubs game. And I'm going to a wedding on Sat. The wedding. It is going to be the biggest party of the year. I wish I could fit into my blue suit. It is so much cooler than my grey one. Oh well shit happens. There is going to be so much alcohol there no will notice I am wearing a suit. Actually there will be so much alcohol there that I might not be wearing a suit by the end of the night.

Camera battery is dead, and the spare is truly dead- won't take a charge :(

So no pics of today's game but the camera will be ready to go on Sat. So expect some drunk photos. Of course I won't post them to Aug the way I am going but they will still be great.

GO CUBS!

Today:

I was close, it's September and here are those pics...

More political commentary than you can shake a stick at

More of an observation than a commentary, during Sarah Palin's speech yesterday

I noticed that her daughter looked pregnant but I kept telling myself that she was just fat. Turns out I was right the first time.

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First impressions

My first thought when I heard that john McCain chose a barely known woman to be his Vice Presidential canidate was that he had shot himself in the foot. I thought, my God does he really think that nominating a woman will really pull in votes from women who voted for H. Clinton but who aren't completely sold on Obama. I felt that even some Republicans will be turned off by his choice.

Tonight I got to see Alaska Governor Sarah Palin give her speech at the Republican National Convention and I was actually somewhat impressed. These are the things I noticed most.

People are more likely to cheer for negative comments than they are positive ones.

Republican women ARE hotter than Democratic women.
Sarah Palin

Geraldine Ferraro

This woman is Hippie who just happens to be a Republican. She has five children: sons Track (born 1989) and Trig (born 2008), and daughters Bristol (born 1990), Willow (born 1995), and Piper (born 2001). Holy Fuck what is up with those names? You would think she was married to Bruce Willis. Women are gonna eat that shit up. She is young (44) compared to Hillary (61), is independent, and you know she wouldn't put up with her husband cheating on her. She'd bury his ass under 6ft of ice in the middle of Nowhere, Alaska.

She is a decent speaker. Not great but decent.

She seems to be a reformer and for less government spending but don't they all.

Her small town charm is going to appeal to a LOT of people. She is the exact opposite of Obama. All that polish makes him seem too slick and that turns some people off.

She may really draw a few people toward the Republican Party. I know McCain is the candidate but Dude is old. Way old and we have to think that the VP may end up running the show. McCain may die and Obama may get shot. Not that he should but you know there are people out there that want to.

She does have executive experience. The other 3 have only been in Congress which can be hard but none of them have actually ran the show.

McCain came out at the end which apparently no one expected but I was not surprised by. Everyone keeps comparing him to Regan. I will give you this, he does look robotic.

Is having nothing to say better than saying nothing?

I have a couple fun posts to get up but not the time nor the energy to post them.

I even have the answer to the question asked in the comments of my last post.

But alas I just agreed to go across the street to play scrabble. I really need to keep my living room lights off. And park around the corner.

Any way last Thursday was my mom's 70th Birthday. Today was the only day we could all make it to dinner. We went to Sullivan's downtown. OH MY GOD!!!

I have been to the one in Naperville and everyone says the one in naperville is better but although the ambiance in naperville is a little nicer and the bathrooms aren't in Cleveland and the waitress are hotter out there, tonight's Filet is definitely in contention for the best steak I have ever had. This was the kind of steak where you take a bite and you have to put down your fork and savor every second as it glides across each and every taste bud in your mouth. I definitely recommend the Gorgonzola garlic butter. It really is a thick mess and they give you to much but scrape off all but enough to thinly cover the top of your steak and you'll be in heaven. The other contenders are The Filet As Big As My Heart from Morton's and The Filet from Ruth's Chris on their hotter than the Sun plates.

Service is great at Sullivan's also friendly fast, quite enjoyable. If you get the dark skinned waitress (Sue I think) with the English accent ask where she is from. The answer is Sri Lanka. That answer is worth a beer. I expect you to pass your winnings on to me.

Last seen driving a 2004 Pontiac Grand Prix

I have finally realized that there is a direct correlation between how many times I say I am not going to drink, I am going home, and how badly the night is going to end. From now on I will either just go home without saying a word or just accept my fate and start drinking. Because this trying to avoid my doom thing apparently just ensures it.

My night started out yesterday with me drinking to 2am and and being up to 4am talking when I had to be at work at 9am. I somehow make it to work and feel less than shitty, although I was in a crappy mood when I showed up and was kind of an ass to every one for about 30 minutes.

After that I was good but my patients were so stupid that I wasn't really sure that I wasn't on candid Camera.

So I go through 11 hours of hell and then get off 30 minutes late. And then I go to dinner with the matador. Which is always a bad idea unless I have the next 2 days off.


More to come but the synopsis is......


More underage women than you can shake a stick at, really strong drinks, two fucked up tabs, two bars, two girls, two alcoholics, a redneck, a rockstar, way too many drinks, way too many stories, me beating the Matador at bags, The rockstar getting pulled over by police, me getting pulled over by police, me realizing that it is not the police officers I know but the sheriff's dept asking me if I have been drinking, and me living to laugh and tell about it.


remind me to flesh this out.

And today the world is a lilttle less happy

George Carlin dies.

And we mourn the loss of someone who made us laugh.

Until we cried.

24 hours

Is more than enough time to get into trouble. 24 hours ago I was sleeping which was quite merciful of our god. After going to sleep at 1am I woke at 7am to try to get monkey to the graduation party


you know what I am too drunk to write this shit.

Hopefully I will be better off tomorrow. I hope you wish me good sex because that will motivate me.

Because

Because I still can't muster up the energy/focus/desire to write a real post, I will blabber.

Because my drinking friends are all occupied, I will stay home.

Because I am obsessed with SCRABBLE I will study, and play.

Because I hate boring slow moving activities, I will drink.

Because I have slept 2 hours in the past 30, this may be a bad idea.

Because I may wake up in Jersey, or Denver, or in your front yard, you should be prepared to lend me bus fare.

It's a good thing I can no longer get into Canada with out a passport.

In Love I Tell You

So why am I posting at 2 o'clock in the morning?

Because I have fucked up my sleep schedule so badly that I am apparently not capable of sleeping for more than 4-5 hours at a time. But then I am of course dead tired after 6-8 hours and want to go back to sleep.

I fell asleep at about 9:30pm last night which is highly unusual but I just couldn't keep open my damn eyelids. I woke up at 12:30 in a complete panic. I think I was in the middle of a dream where I was at work and then suddenly I am in my bed in the middle of the night completely sure I was supposed to be at work. At first I thought the 12:30 on the clock meant I was and hour and a half late for work then the fact that is pitch black out side set in and I realized it was the middle of the night and I should go back to bed. I woke up an hour and a half later after one of the craziest dreams I have had or at least remembered in the longest time.

It starts and I am in someone's kitchen in North Carolina. I am with people that I know in the dream but don't think I have ever seen in real life. I am with two black women that I apparently know and are very good friend's with each other and we are sitting in the kitchen of a group of old white people that I apparently just met, how I don't know. We are apparently very comfortable with them.

We began playing cards. $30 was the apparent buy in which they collected and then announced that we would each be playing with $375 to start, but then instead of distributing chips they passed out cash. Now how my $30 became $375 I will never know. Must be some sort of water to wine thing.

So we are playing and betting insane amounts of money for the poor cards we are showing. I will be honest and tell you that I have no idea what game we were playing. It was definitely a form or poker. Possibly Night Baseball which is a form of 7 card stud where you don't get to look at your cards until it is time for you to turn them over. But we seemed to be playing with a ridiculous number of cards. I had bet $50 on my 2 sevens. Then it went around the table to one of the women I knew who then bet $300 on 3 or 4 of something and began taunting her friend who eventually folded and I was next. I had a lot of cards left but thought the chances of winning were poor and I folded. I then checked my cards to find that I had a queen high straight and a full house eights over sevens. I told you it was a recockulous number of cards.

Then one of the older gentlemen, the owner of the house I believe, regaled of us a tale of how he escaped a bear. The weird part was that I could see the entire scene as he was telling it. As if I could see into his brain or were watching it on TV while he narrated. It was very odd. He went up to a tent that had a sign outside. DANGER! BEAR So he went up to look inside and of course the bear lunged and tore through the tent and started chasing him with its rear two legs still tangled in the tent. And I'm pretty sure it was a polar bear. Do you think I watch to much LOST? I unfortunately cannot remember how he actually escaped the bear.

The next day I am leave their house to go for a walk and a mountain lion starts chasing me (I did say this was a bizarre dream) and I am able to some how out run the mountain lion until I get to a hunting lodge which is located about 300 ft up a on a platform. How I made it up the stairs with out being killed I don't know. I actually don't remember going up stairs, just that I was up in the air. So the lion bites my hand as I am outside the hunting lodge on a platform that surrounds the lodge. Now the lion for what ever reason bites and holds instead of repeatedly biting which what I assume a normal mountain lion would do. So my hand is stuck in it's mouth and I am screaming for help, crawling toward the door and it opens, and a guy with a shotgun is standing there. The mountain lion releases my hand and I crawl past the man into the lodge. He says something to the lion and it stares at him. He then repeats this command in spanish and the lion sits down and the man closes the door and comes inside. The two fingers that were stuck in the lion's mouth hurt like hell but are unscathed, as if they were in space between the lion's teeth.

I am then sitting on the floor with the park ranger (I'm assuming) and talking while I am rubbing my sore fingers. We are sitting in a part of the lodge that is apparently only seperated from the outside platform by a rope wall with very large spaces between the ropes and if I recall correctly it only went up about 3-4 feet and then it was open space. We are sitting here calmly talking while the mountain lion paces back and forth looking through these holes at us. I ask the ranger if the gun was loaded and he says no. I look for a reaction from the lion who apparently understands speech. Then I remember he only understand Spanish and I am no longer concerned.

Cut to several minutes later and I am sitting outside on the platform with a friend. I am currently not sure who this was but I think it was a friend of a friend from Hawaii. We are sitting there and out of the sky an object comes flying at us and impales into the aluminum wall of the lodge. It is a 2=3 ft long paper airplane made out of white cardboard, just thicker than poster board. Another one comes toward us but misses the lodge. There is nothing in the direction from which these came for miles and miles.

Fast forward again and another friend is on the platform with us. This I am pretty sure is my friend Bill from Hawaii. We are talking, he is standing and me and the person I think was Briam are sitting. Bill sees the hole in the wall and says what the hell happened. We look in the direction the plane came from and of course there is another airplane coming toward us. This one is broader winged and slower moving. Behind that we see one of the sleeker missile like planes coming up behind it and it knocks the first plane out of the sky. Behind that is another of the wide winged planes and another missile plane. This one misses the plane but comes right at us and we have to move to avoid it as it drives into the wall behind us. We look up and there are more missile planes. Some of them miss the lodge others hit their targets and others poke holes in the wall and remain sticking out of the wall.

The dream ends about this time. If you can tell me what this all means, by all means feel free.

I'm officially in love

With the Amateur Transplants

It's nice to know.....

That Chicagoan's aren't the only ones who hate their public transportation system.



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hot chicks spitting on each other

Is the coolest search to lead people to my site this week.

The others are not quite as cool

Common Bar shot list
Lost
Mamy fuck

Have fun figuring that last one out. I am not even going to bother.

So....Finally some follow up

Not as good as you might expect.

There were a few drinks, some decent food, good conversation, but no sex.

I did get a phone call after she left telling me that she left so soon because if she stayed any longer she would have stayed all night... But her fiancee would have been mad so it is a good thing she left. I really am trying to stay away from women in relationships she just happens to be a friend.

So tomorrow I go looking for someone else to have sex with.

Wish me luck.

And I Thought I Was LOST

OK, so is any one else sick and tired of Benjamin Linus. I sure am. I know the stories are interesting and even slightly suspenseful, but not nearly as much as before, but I can't take sitting on my couch yelling "Will someone just please shoot this guy already!" for one more second. Seriously already. I am reminded of people who call a radio show and tell the DJ/personality how horrible they are and how much the caller hates them, and the DJ/personality always has the same answer. Stop listening! That is how I feel. Even as addicted as I am, I am just about ready to stop watching this damn show. They pretty much started losing me after they started the flash forwards. The last episode I truly liked was the episode where Desmond goes to the boat and gets lost in time. Each episode since then has been less enthralling than the last. And the Micheal episode. What a waste of my time. I could have done without that all together.

Anyway that is my rant. I'm going to get ready to go out with a woman who I am pretty sure is still interested in getting naked with me.

Sionara.

Last minute post

Hey, it is warm in chicagoland and you know what that means. Baseball. Cubs baseball. The only baseball in town. And I am going to the game. Went on Tues. They kicked ass I drank beer. Two games in one week. And I just realized that I can probably make it to tomorrow's game also. Woo Hoo.

I don't work until 9p on Fri. No beer at the game but it is still a cubs game. And I'm going to a wedding on Sat. The wedding. It is going to be the biggest party of the year. I wish I could fit into my blue suit. It is so much cooler than my grey one. Oh well shit happens. There is going to be so much alcohol there no will notice I am wearing a suit. Actually there will be so much alcohol there that I might not be wearing a suit by the end of the night.

Camera battery is dead, and the spare is truly dead- won't take a charge :(

So no pics of today's game but the camera will be ready to go on Sat. So expect some drunk photos. Of course I won't post them to Aug the way I am going but they will still be great.

GO CUBS!

We all just wanna be DNRs

I hate.......

when the forcast is for rain and then there is none. I mean that is not to say that there was not a drizzle and that it did not feel good but I was really hoping for rain,.

I know that this will only make sense to the matador and I feel really bad that I am drunk posting and still insist on correcting my spelling. Which is the whole point of drunk post9ing. Which is just leaving shit like it is. But I keep back spacing and correcting shit.

OK so here is my shit sazns back spacing.


I went on my fist blingd dat e of my life and it was nto as bad ads I expected. She as cut e but I expected that .
Rico
Suave said she would be.
BVut she wazs also intelligent and laught at mey jok,es which is [4robably not intelligen t buyt it was good for me.

ad tehere was cissing at hte end of the date whish is the drizzle part

I amd a little intoxictted. i could type perfectly if you allowed my to type slowly and backspace byu ty we decide d not to correctanything.

I have to bea t work in 3 1/2 hours. this is not good. I am going to sign off and call teh cute nedw latina to see ifc see made it hoem alive.


Have aa big fat food day for mee


DAVE

What I did over spring break

What did I do this week? Well I already told you that Monday involved alcohol and pool but no fun. Tuesday I spent with monkey and had fun doing the most silly thing. Monkey is 15 so the fact that this kind of stuff still interests her delights me to no end.

We were having a discussion about which Disney characters are the best. Then we started arguing about which characters were sidekicks and which were babysitters. Then we decided to determine the best character NCAA championship style. So before we could fill in the brackets we had to decide what category they fell into and then narrow the field down to 64 characters. Yes this is how I spend my time.

The biggest arguments revolved around the sidekick babysitter dilemma. Babysitter? You say? What babysitters? That was my reaction until Monkey explained it. Some of the better examples are Zasu and Rafiki from Lion King. Important characters? Yes. Sidekicks? No. Babysitters? Yes. Genie from Alladin? Babysitter. I categorized him as a sidekick but Alladin’s real sidekick was Abu the monkey.

Our 4 categories were Heroes, Villains, Sidekicks (both evil and good), and Babysitters. Cool Dads became a sub-category of Babysitters. I didn’t think they rated until Monkey started listing them, The Sultan from Alladin, King Triton from Little Mermaid, King Charming from Cinderella, and my personal favorite The Dad from 101 Dalmations. I still haven’t looked up his name.

When deciding who would make the final 64 we had to determine how we would rate them. We came up with four categories of important traits. Coolness, Humor, Music, and Power. Music had ot be a category because of how important and pervasive music is in most of the Disney classics. So any character that has a solo gets more points and if they have a song about them, bonus points.

Monkey spent her day today eliminating the last 6 from the side kick category. The Hyenas, The Lost Boys, Little John and Friar Tuck were among the casualties. I am personally grieving the loss of the Hyenas.

She also made the brackets and apparently colored and put designs on the page. I get to see the final result today. I will try to get a picture of it up by tomorrow. If you vote for your favorite characters it may influence the judges.

Monkey made the brackets by matching up the first name on the list with the last name on the list within that category and moving toward the middle. Some of the cooler match-ups are Cinderella vs. Snow White, the Wicked Step Mother vs. Evil witch from Snow White, and Ursula (Witch from Little Mermaid) vs. Rattigan (from The Great Mouse Detective)

Today we started seeing who makes past the first round. I of course forgot to take a picture before we started filling in the second round but I will figure something out.

My question to you is…. Peter Pan or Robin Hood?